새드로맨스 Novels & Stories

He rolled his eyes before finally deciding to speak when Giovanni cleared his throat in a threatening manner. "Domenico. Fifth eldest." Dickhead grumbled and bubbles went on with his whispers, "the one with a permanent stick in his ass. He's the Xander." Eh. I can't really say anything. I've been told I'm the female Xander... on multiple occasions. "I'm Nicolo. This guy's triplet. I'm the sixth eldest." Smartass continued while earning a childish eye roll from Domenico. I waited for bubbles' whisper but he quickly added it after sipping his water, "The sarcastic idiot. No brains, all muscle."

Laryn Sir Orland Locksy is a weasel in every sense of the word. I hate him and I hate the realm he lives in. Mucky skies, putrid air, and immoral people. I call it hell's realm. It's also my favorite place to collect treasure. My dragon brothers and I have been many times. It's always a challenge and, best of all, dangerous. I should feel apprehensive bringing my bride here, but what I feel is exhilaration clear to the tip of my dragon's tail.

Both of them talked for a while and before they noticed, it was already dark. “Shit-” Adam cursed. “What Is it?” Arya asked. “The time- I have somewhere I need to be, I'm sorry, Arya...” Adam apologized as he stood up from the floor. Arya was dejected. But she couldn't show it on her face. Instead, she let out a forced smile, because of her constant practice, she was nearly perfect at forming one. Of course, she still wasn't as good as Ryker and his family. His mother especially.

Everything goes blurs, blackness engulfs me. Roman's screams echoes " Rose...no!" Next silence, then nothing but darkness forever. ############

The Cougar Emperor signaled the subordinate to open the cage which he nodded to And slowly the sackcloth was taken off, Melanie who coiled herself in a bun slowly raised her head, her hazel eyes met with the enchanting blue eyes, it suddenly felt like time stopped as both of them stare into each other's eyes And the blue eyes man heard a voice in his head “Please save me….”

Intrigued by this mysterious girl with silver hair and ember eyes, he resolved to get to know her better. Offering her a ride was his way of extending an olive branch, an invitation into his world. At first, Aqua hesitated, politely declining his offer. But as the heavens opened up and rain began to pour down in torrents, her resolve softened, and she accepted. The moment she climbed into his truck, Damon couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. The old Chevy pickup may have seen better days, but to Damon, it was more than just a vehicle—it was a symbol of his roots, a connection to his past. He drove it with pride, a tribute to his uncle, who had passed away. His uncle was the only one

It’s time to erase this version of me — the one they turned into a fool. When we stepped outside, a man in a black suit was leaning against a sleek 2022 BMW. “Good morning, Ma’am,” he said, straightening immediately. “I’m Thomas. I’ve been assigned by Sir to take you wherever you need to go. I’m also your personal driver and bodyguard.” I looked at the car, then at him. “I don’t think I’m ready to drive in such exotic cars coming from him yet,” I said flatly. “I want a slow and clearly mapped-out comeback on my own, not one powered by someone else’s influence.”

Ronan, his younger half brother. The room went very still. “Get out,” Drake said quietly. The assistant didn’t hesitate. The moment the door closed, Drake slammed the tablet into the glass window, shattering sound followed. For a second, a smile appeared on his face vanishing before the shadows could see it as he curled his fingers into a fists. “This won't end well,” he breathed. “Ronan, I will….” The air behind Drake shifted. A faint scent of smoke curled into his lungs, sharp and familiar.

And Lysander. He appeared on screen from what looked like a hotel room with a neutral background, good light. He looked the same as he always looked: composed, warm, carrying sixty years of preparation with the specific ease of someone who had finally found its right application. He caught her eye across the screen for a moment. Nodded once. She nodded back. Amara Maren opened the session.

The heavy iron hinges scream. One door tilts inward, hanging by a thread. "Ready!" Drakon racks his shotgun. CRASH. The doors explode inward. A massive steel ram, wielded by four men, smashes through the opening. Behind them, a wall of black leather and skull masks. "Reapers!" Leon screams. "Light 'em up!" Drakon roars. The loyalists open fire. The sound is deafening. Muzzle flashes light up the dark room like strobe lights in a nightmare.